My mind is my diabolical opposer
She toys with my emotions conflicting the scars that never seem to cure
Speaking in maladaptive tongues so I never live in vain.
Crumbles the dopamine in tactical games
She shouts formidable threats and criticizes when I hear
But every demon comes with a saint
My heart is my sole liberator
Mending the emotional scaring from her manipulating trauma
Each beat containing the connection of hope
Nurturing the body with blissful serenity
Tenderly replenishing the wounded self
For my heart is in armor shackled to my very mind
Cautious with eliminating the wrong from right
Written in ink here I sign
For my heart is my aid and one day so will be my mind.